Chen Kong stepped forward quickly and cut the ropes that bound Han Li's hands and feet with an old military knife. He then expertly tied the ropes tightly around Han Li's thighs to stop the bleeding.
While treating Han Li's wound, he asked with gritted teeth:
"What's going on?"
There was still no emotion in the system's voice:
"It is the original trajectory of the world that is operating. It will do its best to pull the fate of the characters back to the original route. As an intelligent assistant, I suggest that you try not to fight against it, but to influence the villain's ideology and morality on the premise of obeying it..."
"Why?" Shen Kong's voice did not convey any emotion.
"First, it is too difficult to change the fate of a character. Even if a three-view corrector makes an effort, it will be offset to the greatest extent, which is basically a waste of effort. Second, if you really succeed in changing the trajectory of the world, it will make the subsequent plot unpredictable, and the subsequent progress will also be detrimental to your mission. The villain will not die before the plot begins, so I suggest that simply stopping the bleeding is actually enough. Then you can use warmth to influence and take care of him after he wakes up..."
Shen Kong interrupted it: "So...you suggest that I should not do anything? Make him disabled?"
The system answered affirmatively: "Yes."
Chen Kong did not get angry but laughed instead. He examined Han Li's pale face due to excessive blood loss for a while, then put his hand through his legs and picked Han Li up.
He asked, "Where is the nearest hospital?"
There was obvious doubt in the mechanical voice of the system: "I thought you wouldn't mind?"
Chen Kong sneered coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyebrows and eyes: "I just hate your hypocritical attitude of wanting to change the fate of people, but being timid and hesitant."
The system was silent for a while, and before Shen Kong lost his patience, he heard a ding from the phone he picked up.
He turned on the screen and saw that the GPS had updated an address.
The system's voice sounded again: "The nearest hospital is 20 kilometers away, but the village at the foot of the mountain happens to be the place where one of the gangs sells stolen goods. There are many skilled underground doctors there. This is the address of the orthopedic surgeon."
——
The dark night is quiet and heavy, as if woven from millions of dreams.
Doctor Chen was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he felt a chill running down his spine, waking him up instantly—cold, hard metal was pressing against his forehead, and a strong smell of blood lingered in his nose.
In the deep darkness, a low whisper came to my ears:
"Come with me."
He has been an underground doctor for a long time. Although this kind of thing is rare, it does happen. Dr. Chen quickly calmed down, got out of bed, and followed the man's guidance to walk out.
The night light in the living room emitted a dim glow, illuminating the pale-faced boy on the sofa.
The muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead moved a little closer, and the man's cold and threatening voice rang out:
"Save him, money is not a problem."
In the next ten minutes, Dr. Chen hurriedly woke up his assistant and pushed the unconscious Han Li into the basement operating room.
Shen Kong sat cross-legged in the doctor's living room bored, playing with the disposable cell phone in his hand without interest.
The system asked without warning, "You know you only have the forty-five dollars you stole from the kidnapper, right?"
Shen Kong nodded.
System: "...So you just said money is not a problem?"
Shen Kong stretched and sank into the soft sofa: “Yeah, what’s the problem if I don’t have money.”
system:"……"
"Just kidding." Shen Kong curved his eyebrows.
He stood up, then walked unsteadily to the desk, turned on the computer on the desk without any hesitation, and started typing on the keyboard skillfully. But after a few minutes, Shen Kong's expression slowly became serious. He frowned and asked in his mind:
“I remember you said that this kidnapping was planned by the Han family’s second wife, right?”
The system quickly replied: “Yes.”
Chen Kong tapped the table thoughtfully with his fingertips and said, "There is a newly opened overseas account under the kidnapper's fake identity. There is 8 million US dollars in the account. The balance should not be deposited before Han Li is confirmed dead, so the amount in it should be just a deposit. The Han family's second wife's family background is not outstanding. Even if she is with a wealthy family, it is not easy to take out such a large sum of money at one time without attracting attention. So I checked the source of this money..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Although they used multiple overseas accounts to confuse the public and their methods were very covert and sophisticated, I still found the original point where the funds were transferred out."
On the computer screen, a few small black words were shocking:
Han Holdings.
——This money was remitted by a subsidiary of the Han family, and it was transferred through the company’s cash flow.
This matter suddenly becomes not so simple, because this means that the Han family's patriarch's tacit approval was most likely behind the second wife's murder. If we think about the plot again, not long after Han Li's accident, his mother's family also encountered trouble and was swallowed up by the Han family, which had been recuperating and dormant for a long time. Then Han Li's kidnapping may not be an ordinary case of a wealthy family competing for favor, but a long-planned conspiracy involving many people.
The system was completely silent.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes and did not continue to ask questions, but quickly emptied the amount in that account in batches.
After erasing all traces of himself and making sure he would not be tracked, he turned off the computer, yawned, and returned to his previous carefree and lazy appearance, then slowly sat back on the sofa.
The waiting time seems so long
Although Shen Kong knew that the operation would take a long time, he did not expect that it would last a full nine hours and forty minutes.
The midday sun had slowly climbed up the windowsill, and the light spots on the ground slowly transitioned to a deep warm gold. The heavy iron door of the basement finally made a shrill roar, breaking the almost false tranquility in the room.
Doctor Chen took off the mask on his face as he walked towards Shen Kong. There were still a few drops of coagulated blood on his glasses. He stood in front of Shen Kong, looking half solemn and half tired:
"The situation is a bit complicated... The bullet was placed in a very tricky position. I have tried my best to repair the damaged joints in my legs. It is very likely that there will be serious sequelae. As for the specific situation, it depends on subsequent observation..."
Shen Kong interrupted him suddenly: "Will he be disabled?"
Dr. Chen was stunned by his question and answered hesitantly: "Well, it depends on what your definition of disability is. If it is paralysis or amputation, then it shouldn't be a problem, but functional impairment and difficulty walking are unavoidable."
Shen Kong nodded, reached into his pocket and took out the deflated box of cigarettes, took out a cigarette and put it to his lips.
This should be the best result.
After all, in the so-called "plot" transmitted to him by the system, Han Li's legs were paralyzed and he had to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Now he only had difficulty walking, which was already a huge change to his original fate. This also almost confirmed the speculation that Shen Kong was trying to prove.
He lowered his head slightly and lit the cigarette at his lips with the lighter he had taken from the bedside table.
A little orange-red light lit up, the edge of the charred paper roll was licked by the fire, and the light blue smoke blurred his facial features.
Shen Kong held the cigarette between his fingers, looked up at Dr. Chen, and asked, "Where is he?"
"Come with me."
Doctor Chen turned and walked in the direction they came from. The two walked down the stairs one after the other. The area of the basement was much larger than Chen Kong had guessed. Not only did it have a well-equipped disinfection room and operating room, it also had two relatively simple nursing wards, and Han Li was lying in one of them.
His eyes were closed and his face was pale, his face almost blended into the pale pillow, his thin body was almost swallowed up by the sheets and quilt covers, the bulge of the quilt was difficult to see with the naked eye, only the dripping machine beside the bed clearly showed his life signs.
Chen Kong retracted his gaze, holding a cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head with a faint expression, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote a string of numbers on it smoothly, and then handed it to Doctor Chen:
"There's 2 million on the card. I'll pay you the other half when you leave."
Doctor Chen took the note in a flustered manner. While he was still in a daze, he heard Shen Kong continue to say:
"Will he need any special care going forward?"
Doctor Chen was stunned for half a second before he stammered, "Well... the rest is changing the dressing and preventing infection, as well as some routine daily care..."
"Then I suggest you leave your medicine, daily necessities and operating instructions, and then go out and stay for two more days." Shen Kong put out the cigarette butt, tilted his head and smiled: "Next, this place may become a little... messy."
Looking at Dr. Chen's hurriedly leaving back, the smile on Shen Kong's mouth melted like ice and snow under the sun, leaving only a resolute and cold look.
The system finally couldn't help but ask, "What on earth are you going to do?"
Although they had only been together for a short day, the system had already felt indescribably difficult. Among all the correctional officers it served, Chen Kong was the most elusive. He did not follow the rules, nor did he play by the rules. He looked lazy and didn't care about anything, but he seemed to know everything in his heart, making it completely impossible for the system to figure out what he wanted to do next.
Shen Kong pulled a chair and sat in front of the bed, with his feet on the bed, and said lightly:
"All the money in the account has been withdrawn, but I haven't handed it in. According to the power of the Han family, they should be able to find out my current location soon. If my previous guess is correct, they will soon send someone to finish the job."
Shen Kong paused, and kindly said to comfort him:
"But it doesn't matter. Next I just have to wait until his grandfather's people get here."
system:"???"
Shen Kong raised his hand and shook the screen of his mobile phone. There was a message that had just been sent:
[Bring 8 million to buy your grandson's life.] Address: xxx】
system:"……"
This, this looks like a ransom text message.
The author has something to say: Stunned by Kong Ge's skilled business skills, the system slowly typed out a "?"
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